“I’m a man living in this house, and I expect running water when I take a shower.”

“Two years ago the utility bills were set up to auto-draft straight from my personal credit card,” I said.

“Well, somebody changed that,” Brent said, propping his shoulder against the hallway wall.

“The water meter guy came by this morning and dropped that pink tag on the floor.

Just pay it on your laptop so I don’t have to deal with the city shutting off the valve in the front yard.”

“Did Mom ask you to hand this to me?” I asked.